April 7, 2012
Will your loving-kindness be declared in the grave?
your faithfulness in the land of destruction? Psalm 88:3, 12
As the morning becomes full, my house is still sleeping. Yesterday we gave ourselves to the telling of the passion. My daughters gathered with other youth to offer the gift of solemn devotion to their congregation. Flute and oboe. Voices layered together in song and intercession and words of wisdom. Young feet walking the way of the cross creating space for all to follow.
We left in silence, we left Jesus in the tomb, we left spent.
God promises rest. But this is not yet it. This is the waiting, the vigil, the brink. Love is with the dead.
copyright © Anne E. Kitch 2012